"About your request for a special dinner. I thought that it might be better to set up the dining table in Hayden’s living room. The dining table is bigger there and so is the room. What do you say?" Auntie suggested hopefully.
"Oh sure...I’ll leave it up to you," I replied.
"That’s great. Also, I’ve arranged for some special decorations, if you’re free, it would be great if you can come and have a look. Honestly, I don’t know if I’ve overdone it or not..." Auntie said, and I could hear the uncertainty in her voice.
She went and arranged for decorations. What kind of decorations? Why do we need decorations for a dinner?
It was then that I started to realize that the image of a special dinner that I had in mind was very different and probably humbler and more normal than the one that Auntie had in mind.
"Umm...sure. I’ll head over there now," I said.
"Thank you. I’ll wait for you but you better hurry, Hayden will be back soon..." Auntie said excitedly before the line disconnected.
I shook my head softly to myself before turning to look at the wide-eyed Little Hayden. He looked up at me with a confused look on his face and I wondered if he was confused or if that was his normal and natural face.
"Let’s go, Little Hayden..." I said as I bent down and scooped him up into my arms.
I walked along the familiar path from my room to Hayden’s wing of the mansion with the not-so-little puppy in my arms. Little Hayden grew up again and I could feel it clearly each time I carried him. He got bigger, heavier, and stronger. I was proud of the fact that he was growing up to be a very strong and healthy boy but that also meant that it was physically harder to deal with him.
Carrying him, playing with him and any other physical struggles with him became increasingly difficult for me as he got bigger. I read online that Corgis were not supposed to grow that big and I hoped that I could manage to carry him even when he became full grown.
It wasn’t long before we arrived at the fork path and just when I was about to turn towards the hallway that led down to Hayden’s wing of the mansion, Little Hayden began barking. Simply because he usually almost never barked while in the mansion, I was surprised at his reaction that I started looking around to see what he was barking at.
Little Hayden ran so fast into the dark hallway, and it wasn’t long before he completely disappeared from my sight as the darkness swallowed him up. I gasped and then my mouth hung open before I placed my hands over my mouth. I was shocked.
What do I do now? Hayden is going to come back soon. Hayden doesn’t allow anyone to go down this hallway into Harvey’s wing. Plus, he also doesn’t really like Little Hayden that much...
If he finds out, what is going to happen to Little Hayden? Does the rule even apply to a dog?
What do I do? What do I do?
My hands started shaking before I started cupping my own cheeks in them. One thing was clear to me, I can’t leave Little Hayden in there. I need to get him out and I need to get him out before Hayden comes back.
I need to get him out before anyone finds out that we’ve entered into Harvey’s wing...
I took three steps forward in a rush and then my body stopped. Am I really doing this?
Am I really going into Harvey’s wing of the mansion? My legs shook like never before.
No one will find out, Malissa.
Hayden will not find out...and if he does...then...
I closed my eyes before I could finish that thought and ran forward into the darkness of the long hallway leading to Harvey’s wing.
--To be continued...